Tom, William, and Bert...Bilbo's Trolls

Biblo's Trolls: Tom, William, and Bert!
via Google Images.

'Tolkien fever' is in air and the second Hobbit movie, The Desolation of Smug, is almost here...Yay!! Though, we have to wait till the 26th before we can see it here in Australia. We're trying our very best to be patient, but it's hard!!! We're passing the time well, however, enjoying watching the extended edition of first Hobbit movie, An Unexpected Journey, and watching and re-watching all the trailers we can find!! This second one looks really good and very epic, too! 

Here is a sneak peak! 

I hope you enjoy this fun poem, too. In The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring book, Samwise Gamgee composes this song about Bilbo's Trolls. 

The Stone Troll

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, 

and munched and mumbled a bare old bone; 

For many a year he had gnawed it near, 

For meat was hard to come by. 

Done by! Gum by!

In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, 

And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on. 

Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?

For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,

As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.

Caveyard! Paveyard!

This many a year has Tim been gone, 

And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.' 

'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.

But what be bones that lie in a hole?

The uncle was dead as a lump o' head, 

Afore I found his shinbone. 

Tinbone! Thinbone!

He can spare a share for a poor old troll; 

For he don't need his shinbone.'

Said Tom: 'I don't see why the like o' thee

Without axin' leave should go makin' free

With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;

So hand the old bone over!

Rover! Trover!

Though dead he be, it belongs to he; 

So hand the old bone over!'

'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins, 

'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy  shins.

A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!

I'll try my teeth on thee now. 

Hee now! See now!

I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; 

I've a mind to dine on thee now.'

But just as he thought his dinner was caught, 

He found his hands had hold of naught.

Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind 

And gave him the boot to larn him. 

Warn him! Darn him!

A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought, 

Would be the way to larn him.

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone

Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.

As well set your boot to the mountain's root, 

For the seat of a troll don't feel it. 

Peel it! Heal it!

Old Troll laugh, when he heard Tom groan, 

And he knew his toes could feel it. 

Tom's leg is game, since home he came, 

And his bootless foot is lasting lame; 

But Troll don't care, and he's still there

With the bone he boned from its owner. 

Doner! Boner!

Troll's old seat is still the same,

 And the bone he boned from its owner!

by 

J.R.R. Tolkien

from 'The Adventures of Tom Bombadil,' in Tales From the Perilous Realm

This song is sung by Samwise Gamgee in 'The Ford,' in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring